Inch by inch he slid into my ass. I felt every vein, every thick inch of that fat black cock stretching my tight little hole. My whole body shook. I was stuffed as fuck — Mbappé’s dick already filling my pussy, throbbing hot inside me, and now Lameck’s was prying my ass open slow, invading me from behind.
“Fuck… it’s so fucking big…” I moaned, voice cracking.
Lameck gripped my waist hard and pushed deeper. When he finally bottomed out and started thrusting, I screamed. A raw, loud scream mixing pain and pleasure at the same time. Two cocks inside me at once was insane. I could feel them rubbing against each other through the thin walls separating them. Every thrust from Lameck in my ass made Mbappé’s cock feel even thicker in my pussy.
They started fucking me in rhythm. One would push in while the other pulled back a little, then both drove in together. I was completely impaled, those two thick cocks pounding me without mercy. My body rocked between the two black guys, my tits smashed against Mbappé’s chest while Lameck slammed into my ass from behind.
“Ah… fuck… you’re ripping me open…” I whimpered, voice loud and desperate. “Come onnnnn, fuck… harder, I can take it, goddamn it…”
I couldn’t stop moaning. Every thrust made my whole body tremble. My ass burned, but the heat was so intense I didn’t want it to stop. Lameck drove balls-deep into my ass, while Mbappé rolled his hips underneath, fucking my pussy with short, deep strokes. I felt both cocks sliding against each other inside me, stretching me past my limit.
“I want another cock in my mouth! Fuck! I need dick, goddamn itttt! I’m missing cock—” I heard my own voice begging, hoarse and desperate. “Give me dick, fuck!”
Carol laughed out loud, that filthy, wicked laugh. She climbed onto the couch, yanked my hair hard, forcing me to look up at her face twisted with pleasure. She leaned in close, lips almost touching mine, and spoke slow:
“No more cock for you, you slut… just pussy.”
She climbed higher, practically sitting her ass on Mbappé’s face while he kept pounding my pussy nonstop. Carol held my hair tight and rubbed my whole face against her wet, hot, swollen cunt. I tried to suck but I couldn’t. The two cocks fucking me without mercy wouldn’t let me. All I could do was drool and moan pathetically against her clit, tongue out, licking whatever I could while she ground her pussy hard against my mouth and nose.
“Yeah, lick it… lick your cousin’s pussy, my little whore,” Carol moaned, slapping her soaked cunt against my face, rubbing her clit on my nose and tongue.
The sounds were fucking obscene. Both thick cocks sliding in and out of me — one pounding deep in my ass, the other slamming my pussy —, the wet squelch of cum and lube, my muffled moans against Carol’s pussy, the guys’ grunts, and the sloppy sound of her cunt smacking my face.
I was completely gone. My whole body was just pussy and ass getting fucked nonstop. I was crying from how turned on I was, drooling, moaning, begging for more without even knowing what I was saying. My legs shook violently, thigh muscles giving out. I felt both cocks rubbing inside me, stretching me, tearing me apart with pleasure.
The orgasm hit like a runaway train.
I came screaming into Carol’s pussy, my whole body convulsing between the two men. My ass clamped down hard on Lameck’s cock, my pussy squeezing the other one like a vice. I came so fucking hard, squirting, shaking, almost blacking out. My body went limp, boneless, just trembling and whimpering while they kept thrusting slow into my wrecked holes.
Carol kept grinding her pussy on my face, now slick with spit and cum, moaning softly while I licked weakly, completely drained. I slowly slumped to the side, body loose and spent, and both cocks slipped out of me at the same time.
When they pulled out, thick hot ropes of cum poured from my pussy and my ass together, running down my thighs and dripping onto the couch. I just collapsed onto my side, panting, sweaty, completely fucked.
I lay there, satisfied as hell, body still twitching, unable to form a single clear thought. The strong smell of sex filled the small room.
We stayed like that for a while, naked and tangled, talking. They were way gentler than I expected at first. Lameck even kissed my forehead, kinda sweet, which caught me off guard.
After a bit we got dressed slow. I took a quick shower with Carol, still trading wet kisses and knowing laughs. When we came out of the bathroom the guys were already dressed and waiting.
At the door Lameck pulled me by the waist and spoke low, that hot accent rolling off his tongue:
“You’re fucking crazy… in the best way.”
I smiled, bit my lip and answered:
“That’s the idea.”
We said goodbye with kisses and vague promises of “if you’re ever back in London, hit us up.” Carol and I walked down the stairs hand in hand, legs still shaky and their smell all over us.
Out on the cold Soho street the rain had stopped. I looked at Carol, her face still flushed, hair messy, and couldn’t help it:
“So… worth it?”
She laughed, grabbed my jacket and kissed me long and deep right there on the sidewalk.
“Fucking worth it. But next time I pick the guys, you crazy bitch.”
We walked slow back to the subway, bodies sore, pussy and ass throbbing with every step, but wearing that dumb grin of someone who just lived another unforgettable night.
London might be cold as fuck, but I always found a way to heat it up.